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Title: Standoff
Series: Tamers / Adventure
Characters: Daisuke, Ken, Hirokazu, Takato
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Constructive Criticism: Yes please! ♥
There was a glint in Hirokazu's eye now. Make no mistake, this kid was good - but Hirokazu the Great wasn't about to back down from some over-confident jerk with absolutely no taste in headgear who fell out of the sky half an hour ago. No way.
Actually, now he thought about it, that wasn't a bad line to use... He'd have to keep it in mind for very near future use. For now, he took a deep breath and aimed his already-prepared next strike right where it hurt.
"I bet you're just jealous because my Digivice -" and he waved it right in front of Daisuke's nose, just to drive the point home - "isn't one of your clunky year-old models, am I right?"
Daisuke looked infuriated for a split second, but recovered swiftly. "Why would I want something that looks like a reject from a cheap sci-fi movie?" he retorted.
Ouch. Too early to declare victory, Hirokazu thought - but he had to soldier on, at all costs. After all, his pride was at stake. Time to break out the next line of defense.
"Oh, yeah? Well, at least I'm not the one strutting around with goggles on!"
"Says the guy with half a Frisbee strapped to his head!"
"It's called a visor! Didn't your mother ever teach you that?"
"At least my mother wouldn't teach me to wear those wristbands with that shirt!"
"Only because she gave up on you after those goggles started suffocating your brain!"
"No, your brain!"
The noise of their ongoing conflict reached the ears of those standing just outside the pink dinosaur.
"You know," said Takato, "if you didn't want a card battle with Hirokazu, you just had to tell him."
Ken shrugged. "This way worked, though."
"Yeah, I guess it did."
Series: Tamers / Adventure
Characters: Daisuke, Ken, Hirokazu, Takato
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Constructive Criticism: Yes please! ♥
There was a glint in Hirokazu's eye now. Make no mistake, this kid was good - but Hirokazu the Great wasn't about to back down from some over-confident jerk with absolutely no taste in headgear who fell out of the sky half an hour ago. No way.
Actually, now he thought about it, that wasn't a bad line to use... He'd have to keep it in mind for very near future use. For now, he took a deep breath and aimed his already-prepared next strike right where it hurt.
"I bet you're just jealous because my Digivice -" and he waved it right in front of Daisuke's nose, just to drive the point home - "isn't one of your clunky year-old models, am I right?"
Daisuke looked infuriated for a split second, but recovered swiftly. "Why would I want something that looks like a reject from a cheap sci-fi movie?" he retorted.
Ouch. Too early to declare victory, Hirokazu thought - but he had to soldier on, at all costs. After all, his pride was at stake. Time to break out the next line of defense.
"Oh, yeah? Well, at least I'm not the one strutting around with goggles on!"
"Says the guy with half a Frisbee strapped to his head!"
"It's called a visor! Didn't your mother ever teach you that?"
"At least my mother wouldn't teach me to wear those wristbands with that shirt!"
"Only because she gave up on you after those goggles started suffocating your brain!"
"No, your brain!"
The noise of their ongoing conflict reached the ears of those standing just outside the pink dinosaur.
"You know," said Takato, "if you didn't want a card battle with Hirokazu, you just had to tell him."
Ken shrugged. "This way worked, though."
"Yeah, I guess it did."